An article I wrote about accidently buying friendships when you’re on the Autism Spectrum:
“They say money can’t buy you happiness, but can it buy you friends? While most people know the obvious answer to that is a firm “No” Sometimes people on the spectrum have more trouble with the concept of buying friendship doesn’t work.”
You can find the rest of the article at Parents Space:
After a hopefully not too horrible trip to a laboratory near here for blood work for my youngest I then get to monitor every single thing he ingests for 3 days. All the way down to one bite or one teaspoon. All of this is for his dietitian appointment on Friday. With his self-limited diet I am concerned about his nutritional needs not being met. To that end I asked for an appointment be set up with a dietitian, and so while honestly I don’t really look forward to the blood work portion of tomorrow, nor to remembering to jot it down if I do get a bit of food finally into him I do look forward to the results from the appointment and of course the solutions that can be obtained from such an appointment. While I’d LOVE it if he ate healthily on a regular basis, with his texture issues that is not going to happen right now. So instead I simply wish to find out if Pedisure or something of that ilk would help to optimize his growth.
This past week-end was C’s dance competition and it was indescribable to watch. But there was a sad part to the first day of it. We brought N. Now I am fully thrilled that we brought N. I love both my boys and after going through the rough and rocky times that I did with C as a single mom I get that it’ll take time to help N get to where he can handle things like big dance competitions with lights and random people, loud music and noises and I’m sure a plethora of other sensory input that I am not cognitively aware of that N and C are. It wasn’t even N’s meltdowns that painted a bit of grey on our otherwise bright day. As I said, I get that it’s hard for him, and all I feel when he’s having a meltdown is first sorrow for him that he’s upset, followed quickly by determination to do my utmost to help him to deal with the sensory overload. It was the reaction that he received from one of the people working there that marred our moment. Now we didn’t keep N in the auditorium during his meltdowns, we’d bring him out to the foyer any time he started to get upset so that the dancers on stage and the judges were not distracted. Out in the foyer right after I went outside with N with my husband my mother was standing inside when this woman that worked there loudly proclaimed “Oh good, I don’t have to listen to that anymore!” My mother explained that that child was her grandson and that he was overwhelmed by everything due to sensory issues because he’s Autistic. The woman’s response “So what! I don’t care, I don’t want to have to listen to that all day!”
Awesome customer service! Now I was very upset when my mom told me and after much “discussing” with her she finally told me who had said it. Now I know myself and I know that if my mother has already received the reaction of “so what” than me directly discussing it with her would have only lead to me getting really loud and nasty. It’s true, I’ve got a temper, but I’m aware of it. SO because C still had an awards ceremony that day and I didn’t want to be banned from the place for it I went to the manager.
After I explained what happened, a horrified manager apologized profusely. He was sincere in his upset and promised to deal with the employee accordingly. About an hour later he came up to me again and apologized again, explaining that she would definitely be dealt with, and that their performance centre did not tolerate their employees to behave in such a terrible manner. Today while most of the staff was the same, that woman was nowhere to be found 😀 Plus we go back to the same centre for a different competition in just over a month, I expect said women to either be much less judgmental and rude or simply not there. I shall let you know dear readers which one happens.